A YOSEMITE MEMORY

A note from Claudia -

"When my school went to Yosemite Valley for a week, my hiking group composed
this poem, each person contributed 2-3 lines.  . . .  please print this as a memory of our trip to Yosemite."
 
 
 
 

                                      NATURE IN YOSEMITE

                                                                                            By the Red-Tailed Hawks (alias the Snowball Terrorists)
 
 
 

      Majestic Mountains
      Grey Granite, Green Trees
      White Snow
      A Symphony all around me
      The freshly fallen snow is like a new sheet of paper
      But the next morning people write their messages
      Then that night God laid a new sheet for us
      The snow was lain perfectly on the ground
      A squirrel pranced over the freshly laid sheet
      Eventually deer, rabbits and other animals made prints in the snow
      At the end, we discovered the prints
      Because of that we knew everything about the animals

           Snow is very cool and pretty
           Covering the ground and trees
           With it's majestic glow to it, snow is fun
           In Spring, the snow melts slowly in the sun
           In Summer, birds take food to their young
           In Fall, red and yellow are hung aroung the tree
           The mountains free, with clear fresh air
           The animals sing and have no fear
           The forest green and grow sky high
           Everything that's natural
           Pine trees color
           Fresh air smell
           Cold winter snowflakes
           Oily slick mud
           Tall redwood
           Snow smothering the branches
           Flakes of snow drifting down
           Slowly covering the forest floor
           Till the snow is six feet high
           Then the wildlife finds places to hide

      Then the snow will melt and spring will come
      Animals will come to life
      We won't get to snowshoe
      Then at least we won't fall
      The powdery snow is six feet deep
      Some falls off from the pines
      Covering, burying the trail
      Snow is cool, snow is cold
      There are tons of it in Yosemite Valley
      Enough to have a million snowfights!

           Nature needs to be cherished and forever protected
           for, without nature, the wild would be without beauty
           And without beauty, we would be without life
           Beautiful nature, but unforgiving
           Too ready to claim the frail and weak
           Adore her, enjoy her
 .          ... above all, respect her.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Copyright 2000 by Clara and the Red Tailed Hawks

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